The Distant Joke

toegevoegd een audio Literature

2026-08-19 22:26:58 -

The Distant Joke

The dream began not with a sound, but with the sensation of wool rubbing against raw skin, a coarse, itchy friction that was slowly becoming part of his own flesh. Aldous Vane stood in the center of the circular hall, the stone floor cold and damp beneath his bare feet, the air thick with the smell of old candle wax and the metallic tang of impending rain. He looked down at his hands and saw...

0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld